At New York, when he did not know how he was to go farther for want of means, he met a Mr.Samuel Leggett who gave him a pass on the "splendid steamboat _President_." It seems that this friend in his need had read with indignation the story of his trial.

The bread which he had scattered from his prison on the waters of public sentiment had thus returned to him after many days in the timely assistance of a sympathetic soul.

And then, again, when he was in Boston in sore distress for a little money, suddenly, beautifully, the desire of his heart was satisfied.

But let him tell the incident in his own touching way.

His face was turned toward Baltimore: "But how was I to return ?" he asks.